Monotonic
You will have a good feeling about it in the morning of a new semester, but when you take the stairs to Room 202 in Academic Block 2 and see the tiles and paint that reminds you of hospitals and the like, you can't help but get melancholic about stifled unfinished dreams.
Start.
You enter your class, not a bustling classroom like they show in the movies but a classroom with high ceiling fans and low energy quotient. The teacher shall not break the monotone, not because the syllabus is much, or the classes are less, but simply because monotone is unanimously accepted, both by the geeks and those who reek of alcohol and smoke.
You shall go choose the last bench, not because you don't want to study or you're allergic to chalk dust on the first benches, but because you can scribble away on the last page of your notebook on the last bench. No one comes peeking, no one gives a damn, and you can observe the large un-fiddling sleepy crowd.
You shall get bored when the pretty words you do not know, shall not strike you or because the monotone gets to you. A light 20 minute power nap becomes the order of the day that had just begun. You shall wake up to nudges from other students or attendance, usually the former, the latter being the reason for the former.
Repeat 8 times.
An average day in an average college.
You won't read any further because you are bored by the monotonic.
But you love the monotonic too, because that has become your order of the day.
Start.
You enter your class, not a bustling classroom like they show in the movies but a classroom with high ceiling fans and low energy quotient. The teacher shall not break the monotone, not because the syllabus is much, or the classes are less, but simply because monotone is unanimously accepted, both by the geeks and those who reek of alcohol and smoke.
You shall go choose the last bench, not because you don't want to study or you're allergic to chalk dust on the first benches, but because you can scribble away on the last page of your notebook on the last bench. No one comes peeking, no one gives a damn, and you can observe the large un-fiddling sleepy crowd.
You shall get bored when the pretty words you do not know, shall not strike you or because the monotone gets to you. A light 20 minute power nap becomes the order of the day that had just begun. You shall wake up to nudges from other students or attendance, usually the former, the latter being the reason for the former.
Repeat 8 times.
An average day in an average college.
You won't read any further because you are bored by the monotonic.
But you love the monotonic too, because that has become your order of the day.
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